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I am indifferent to my fate as the stars
Are to my curses, were I fool enough
To curse.
Rupua. Destiny has strange ways.
CrriospDA. I care not.
Rupua. How long hast thou left home ?
CRIOsDA. Seven years.
RupHa. Return !
CRIOsDA. How can I?
Rupua. Stamp the boat beneath thy feet
Down wallowing in the trough !
CRIOSDA. It is done !
[The boat sinks from under Criospa. He would
sink did he not grasp the staff extended to
him.|
Rupua. Now, stand alone !
CRIOSDA, I stand.
RupuHa. Then break, O vision
Of sea ; awake, O vision of the shrine !
Criospa. All is illusion?
RupuHa. All. Murder a mode
And love a mode of the unknown that is,
That nor thyself nor I can ever see.
Yet, so far as may be, awake, O shrine !
[She strikes the sea with her staff; the storm
rises; it grows bitter dark; only their
shapes are dimly seen against the dark back-
ground of cloud. The scene rises.]
Rupua. Break, break, O mist of morning!